So we’re on a ferry going from Whidbey Island to the coast of Washington State. His name is Paul and he’s a writing colleague of mine, an American from Chicago who has the same name as my best friend when I was a boy. He and I are students studying an MFA in Creative Writing […]
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(Cont’d from yesterday) … So after spending the night at the precinct, the girls’ families were found and informed of their mischief. We thought this was more or less the end of it, until the one, Gloria, the little Ugandan girl who had previously just about tripped while running away with the stolen clothing falling
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So the owners called the other night. Actually they texted. Nobody calls anymore. They said I was getting too many friends, too fast. I said no, there’s a mistake, I only have three friends and two of them are our rabbits — Sam and his live-in girlfriend. No, Friends, they said again, with a capital
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It’s early in the morning on the elliptical with Handel’s Concerti Grossi Op. 3 – it’s always Handel’s Concerti Grossi Op. 3 on the elliptical in the mornings – playing as loud as possible with the windows open, one more reason I am such a top contender for the Neighbour of the Year Award. I’m
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